Xirong Ziye entered the bedroom that he spent together with Bai Yaoyao. They had once loved each other on that bed. Even now, that scene was still imprinted so clearly in his mind.
And his breath hitched thinking about it.
Xirong Ziye sat on the bed as he touched the bedsheets, as though trying to find traces of Bai Yaoyao, but it was futile. There wasn't a single whiff of her left here.
The house was cold and empty.
Xirong Ziye's hand caressed the bedsheets so lightly, as though he was treating a precious treasure. As though he didn't dare to touch that layer of hurt in his heart.
He recalled the things he used to say and do to hurt her.
He felt that no matter how hard he tried to make it up to her, his heart would still ache.
If Bai Yaoyao were by his side right now, he would definitely embrace her tightly and tell her that he would treat her nicely from now on. He would make it up to her and not let her get hurt again.
